After Ruby suffering a brief brush with death by the hand of my mother from attempting to chew a hole through the kitchen door during a bout of extreme separation anxiety, the vet has decided to try something with her no other Isaacson dog has tried before - psychotropic drugs.
Ruby is now enjoying the benefits of Puppy Prozac and Mom is seriously considering a pet psychotherapist. We are now one of those pet owning families.
Next thing you know, Mom will be insisting that she take the dogs everywhere she goes. Sweaters and rain booties are not far behind. Gourmet pet food? Sure, why not? My parents are empty nesters they can afford the extravagance. Doggie Day Care here we come! While we're at it, we should take the dogs to a pet psychic to open up the conversation both ways. Then Mom will have to make a reservation at a dog camp for the summer and she better act quickly, the best ones fill up early. And you know doggie birthday parties are certainly on the agenda.
I wonder if Epicurious has a recipe for a MilkBone cake?
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